This is a song about "Mati g"

Trying to be a cool g

High heel wearer, hell of a body

If you ain't about money

You under me what's your color g?

A demon that feeds of my inner g

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

We call each other homie g,

But five years from now i bet she see

On hip hop and grime my g,

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I mean surely you see you can't be hurting a g

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

They say i talk like im god body